Journey to the West: Man in heaven, working nine to five

#1885 - Villagers being blackmailed by morality

Tang Sanzang and his disciples found everyone to be very enthusiastic. It was clear that they had suffered greatly from the harm of demons in the past, so much so that they eagerly hoped someone would rescue them.

Before long, they arrived at the village chief's house.

The house was large and had a courtyard.

Entering the courtyard, the village chief, who was nearly fifty years old, walked out excitedly and welcomed Tang Sanzang and his disciples inside.

After they entered, the curious villagers entered the courtyard one after another, wanting to see what the esteemed monks looked like.

The room inside was very spacious. Tang Sanzang and his group of five, along with the strong man and several villagers, walked in and sat down on the chairs.

"Village chief, what kind of monster has been attacking your village?" Tang Sanzang asked straight to the point as soon as he came in.

"Esteemed monk, you don't know," the village chief said, picking up his teacup and taking a sip. "Actually, we Qinghua Village are all devotees of the Western Paradise. Every villager is very pious."

Hearing this, Zhu Bajie curled his lip, thinking: They don't even offer tea, and they call themselves pious?

At this time, the village chief continued, "However, I don't know when it started, but our village suddenly encountered a demon whose whole body was covered in flames. That demon was unscrupulous and often harmed the villagers, making everyone afraid to go out."

"Did that demon enter the village?" Tang Sanzang asked.

The village chief shook his head. "Strangely enough, that demon, I don't know what it's thinking, wanders in the willow forest every day. Although it doesn't enter the village, as long as a villager goes out and encounters it, they will be burned by its flames. If they are lucky, they can escape back, but if they are unlucky, they will be burned to ashes."

Speaking of this, the village chief wiped his tears and continued, "I thought Qinghua Village burned incense and worshiped Buddha every day, and today we have finally waited for the esteemed monks of the Tang Dynasty. Please, esteemed monks, save our lives."

As he said that, the village chief was about to kneel on the ground.

Tang Sanzang quickly got up and helped him up. "There is no need for such a grand gesture. Subduing demons and eliminating monsters is our responsibility."

"Yes, but I, Old Pig, am hungry," Zhu Bajie suddenly interjected, his words full of dissatisfaction.

He felt that this village was too stingy.

Before, when they helped others, the other party treated them with good food and drink.

But coming here, not to mention food, there wasn't even a cup of tea.

Therefore, Zhu Bajie couldn't help but speak up.

"Don't be rude," Tang Sanzang glanced at him.

The village chief seemed not to have heard Zhu Bajie's words and continued to say to himself, "Esteemed monks, since you come from the Great Tang, you must have extraordinary skills. You must help us."

As he spoke, the strong man next to him also said, "Yes, we Qinghua Village burn incense and worship Buddha every day, you should help us."

Who knew that at this time, the village chief said with a sullen face, "Then we burn incense and worship Buddha, can't you bless us? You must have been sent by the Buddha, shouldn't you help us?"

As he spoke, he looked at Zhu Bajie and said, "And you, pig demon, wanting us to provide you with good food and drink, there's no such thing. We'll talk about it after you eliminate the demon."

These words made Zhu Bajie unable to sit still.

He stood up with a whoosh, pointed at the village chief, and cursed, "You old fellow, who gave you the guts to talk to me like that? Believe it or not, Old Pig will eat you."

His domineering words, coupled with Zhu Bajie's ferocious face, were indeed a bit scary.

The village chief was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, grabbed the chair, stared at Tang Sanzang, and rebuked, "What? Do you esteemed monks want to kill ordinary people like us?"

"Master, these guys must be ingrates, let's not serve them," Sun Wukong said to Tang Sanzang.

After speaking, he was about to leave.

Tang Sanzang also felt that these guys were a bit too much.

After all, helping you is a favor, not helping is our right, why are they resorting to moral kidnapping?

"Don't leave," at this time, several villagers quickly stopped them.

Some people even set their sights on their luggage and forcibly approached it.

Before Sha Seng could react, he grabbed the luggage.

"What are you doing?" Tang Sanzang was shocked by this scene.

I saw that person holding their luggage and saying, "If you don't save us, then you are not allowed to leave, unless you kill me."

The hot-tempered Sun Wukong immediately wanted to throw him away.

But at this time, the village chief spoke again, "Are you going to do it? Our village has been burning incense and worshiping Buddha for so many years, and it has been ruined by a group of monks."

Speaking, he sat down on the ground and directly began to act like a spoiled child, "You claim to be esteemed monks of the Great Tang, but you are watching us be killed by demons."

"Village chief, why are you so rude? Besides, as long as you don't leave the village, you will be fine. How can you be killed?" Tang Sanzang said with some displeasure.

"But you want to stand by and watch us die, what kind of esteemed monk are you?" The village chief had a rogue expression.

This made Tang Sanzang's face sink, and the demonic energy suppressed in his heart suddenly began to stir again.

At this time, Sun Wukong had already walked to the person holding the luggage, grabbed him directly with one hand, and threw him aside.

"Let me go," he said with a gloomy face.

"Murder, the monks are killing people!" Someone suddenly shouted.

The village chief also immediately shouted, "Don't let them go."

In an instant, the villagers in the room suddenly rioted.

Outside, the villagers who had gathered to watch the excitement rushed up like a swarm and blocked the door.

The originally spacious room was instantly crowded with more than a dozen people.

Everyone leaned towards Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

Although Sun Wukong had a fiery temper, he couldn't bring himself to kill these unarmed villagers, so he was forced to retreat.

Chu Hao had already retreated to a safe position, and he watched this scene coldly.

Constantly being compressed in space, Tang Sanzang and his disciples were forced into a corner.

As for their luggage, it was taken away in the chaos.

"Master, let's take action," Zhu Bajie asked.

Tang Sanzang had a good temper, but at this moment, he was also a little angry.

Suddenly, Chu Hao said, "Everyone, we can help you eliminate the demon."

As soon as these words came out, everyone instantly quieted down and looked at him.

Tang Sanzang and his disciples also looked at him.

I saw Chu Hao not in a hurry and not slow to say, "Now we will go out to find that demon."

"Are you sure?" A villager asked.

"Of course, anyway, our luggage has been taken by you, we can't just leave our luggage and run away," Chu Hao said with a calm face, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.